Gargo harrumphed to attract Vulkan's attention but the satyr was busily engaged bending the beaming countess back over the nearby racking table as he prepared to mount her.

"Best release the yoke a bit, unless you want her tits to rot off, sire," the gaoler advised.

"Do as you wish," Vulkan snapped over his shoulder, " and give her a good shafting while you're at it."

Gargo could hardly believe his ears. He whistled a merry little jig tunelessly through his splayed teeth as he unwound the worm gear to release the pressure on Lilliphane's great tits. Winking at the horrified brunette as he manhandled her bloated flesh to help get the circulation flowing again.

"Been dreaming about shagging you for years," he sniggered at her gleefully, "standing in the secret tunnels, watching you take it up the back pipe from that tosser of a husband of yours and humping all those other girls' men folk. I seen it all through the peepholes."

Lilliphane groaned deep down in her throat, rolling her head in disbelief against the wooden framework.

The circulation was beginning to force its way back into her breast meat and the pain soon became blinding as the blood rushed in to banish the overall, aching numbness. She raged impotently as the gaoler dropped the height of the press with a crash, making her incandescent tits bounce as he lowered her position. He untied her ankles and kicked her feet apart, re-tying them to the bottom corners of the frame so that now her rump was pushed outward as she was forced to fold at the waist to accommodate the reduced standing height.

The princess shook her head in mute protest as she felt the grotesquely ugly gaoler's insistent fingers pry apart her sex lips from behind. The thick, rank smell of him smarted in her sinuses as she began to hyperventilate in her panic. She felt him lay his leather apron on top of her upturned hips as he positioned himself and then he was forcing his way in. His big hands encircled her waist, dragging her hips inexorably back on to him. The thick, ridged prick like an iron spike as he pushed through the well used labia, still somewhat gungy from her hours of masturbation.